Tiny, little, bells of gold
Fall to the ground
Tell me, the days, days grow old
Fall without a sound
Memories fall behind
I'll take yours, you take mine
Marama, shining, round and bold
Lights up your face
In, our, hearts we mould
Our sacred place
She draws to her, the sea
Just like you do, to me
Memories fall behind
I'll take yours babe, you take mine
She draws to her, the sea
Just like you do, to me
Memories fall behind
I'll take yours babe, you take mine
You take mine